Her Memories

Closing her eyes so tightly, she tried to remember. But she couldn't. Nothing made any sense to her, she couldn't even remember who she was. Her memories, her pieces of life weren't there anymore. It was blank. All blank. She opened her eyes and gave up. She knew she was reduced to nothingness. Her existence was only psychical. She reached out to one of the notebooks she was given, by whom she couldn't recall now. There was her name on it. These were her diaries, the only thing left from her past.

Her Story

She kept them waiting reluctantly.

She always chased those unique moments, chose her words carefully to create a story. She wanted a story to be real. That was her story. That was her reality.

It was All Clear

Here we were once again under different skies, in a far-away continent and lost among this strange crowd. You were holding my hand tightly just as usual. My eyes were gazing the crowd, signposts written in a calligraphic language. The noise of the cars were buzzing my ears. Nothing made sense. At all. Except one thing: I was tied to you with thousands of years old feelings. It was all clear to me.